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The Man with the Blue Guitar

See the old guy sitting there

Guitar man with silver hair

He's been around a time or two

The color of the song is blue

 

Looking back he sees a boy

Through wheat fields running full of joy

He waves his hand above the grass

The birds just like the days fly past

 

Hello memory, hello

Seems like I've been seeking something

Down here below

And the bread is the bread

And the stone is the stone

Hello memory, hello

 

And he met her there in that same field

And he wrote a song 'bout how you feel

When you play the world upon a string

And together you both start to sing

 

Hello memory, hello

Seems like I've been seeking something

Down here below

And the bread is the bread

And the stone is the stone

Hello memory, hello

 

In the war he tried to write it down

And the ink just like the tears flowed out

But he knew she'd wait however long

So he closed his eyes and he heard the song

 

But the sky rained fire upon the land

And he returned to an empty hand

The world lay crumbled all around

Nothing but the rubble marked the ground

 

So he conjured up a ghost from long ago

Hello memory, hello

 

Dear Marie, I hope this finds you well. We have heard of the zeppelins heading toward France, and so I worry and pray you are taking care. I know we promised forever to be true. And so I won’t lie. I find myself now in the trenches. The rain has filled them foot-deep with mud and so we struggle to sleep. Thank god for the reprieve at night from the shelling. We hear that sometime soon we are to rush the line. My heart races but I take courage knowing you are safe at home and that I will some day return to your loving arms.

 

And he dropped down to his knees at last

And he reached right back into the past

And he tried to change the way thing are

Bent over there on his guitar

 

See the old guy sitting there

Broken man with silver hair

He's been around a time or two

The color of the song is blue

 

Hello memory, hello

Feel like I've been seeking something

Down here below

And the bread is the bread

And the stone is just the stone

Hello memory, hello, etc.